Farmer of Shu Han

  Chapter 54 Selling

   At the same time, Zhao Mansion.

  Zhao Yun, as the most experienced military commander in the Shu Han, is naturally not as hard-working as Wang Ping. Except that he can rest at home on holidays, the rest go to duty every day. He now only wanders around unless there is an important matter in the court, the emperor or the prime minister wants to discuss it with him, and he can do whatever he wants for the rest of the time, and live a comfortable life.

  When he saw his second son Zhao Guang coming back from outside, he couldn't help frowning: "Why did Erlang return home so early?"

  My lord, I am your son, I go back to my own home, is there anything strange?

  Zhao Guang has a sad face, he is not like his elder brother, he is destined to inherit his father's title, and currently has a serious official position, and is trying to accumulate qualifications to climb up. And I was just sealed off as a casual job, and I was just waiting to die.

   "Returning to my lord, brother today..." Zhao Guang stuttered his tongue, "Then Feng Langjun was called by the prime minister's mansion, saying that his aunt wanted ice cream and asked Feng Langjun to deliver it himself."

   "What bad things did kid Feng do these days?"

   "Ah? Why did your lord say that?" Zhao Guang was stunned.

  Seeing the stupid face of his son, Zhao Yun wanted to hit him directly.

   "What kind of person is your aunt? Others don't know, but you don't know? How can you be so arrogant?"

   "Your Excellency, you mean that the Prime Minister used the name of his aunt to meet Feng Langjun?"

   "Otherwise why would I ask you what that kid did these days?"

   "There is nothing special about it, I just met Li Dalang a few days ago."

   "Which Li Dalang?"

   "That's Li Wenxuan."

What kind of person is Zhao Yun? It is normal for the servants to go back to farming, but how did they alarm the prime minister?

   Wouldn’t it be said that knowledge limits imagination? As a native of the Han Dynasty, how could Zhao Yun imagine the crazy and boldness of Feng Yong's illegal crossing? He actually wanted to eat all the Liao Man in Li Wenxuan's hand.

  For Feng Tubie, the "black slave trade" in the history books of later generations is calculated in units of billions. What is a few hundred people?

  Zhao Yun thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up, and asked again: "These days, what have you learned from hanging around in Fengzhuang every day?"

  Since the prime minister's wife went to Fengzhuang, my son supposedly had no reason to stay there, but he didn't expect that when he came back that day, he would go into hysteria like Feng's madman, saying that he would continue to stay in Fengzhuang to learn the art of war. Really ridiculous! Is the art of war so easy to learn? Military strategists have always been valued by emperors, but also tabooed by emperors. The knowledge of military strategists is all rare treasures. Those who can learn it are not favored by God.

  The old man has been fighting like this for a lifetime, and the way to lead troops to fight is to rely on his own fighting in the battlefield, and comprehend it between life and death. If they were lucky enough to learn the art of war back then, the first and second of the five tigers dare not say it, but the third can try it, so why is it the last of the five tigers? What a pity.

  However, Zhao Yun didn't expect his son to be successful at first, and he couldn't be a noble himself. As long as he doesn't learn from those wanderers, he will let him do the rest.

   "My lord, the art of war that Feng Langjun taught children these days is called Thirty-Six Strategies, but now he has only learned four Strategies."

   "On the battlefield, everything changes rapidly. What can only be done with thirty-six strategies? What nonsense." Zhao Yun reprimanded.

   Others don't know, but Zhao Yun himself doesn't know the details of that kid? His division is a miscellaneous school, not a military school. The most feared thing on the battlefield is this kind of half-baked general, who is still dangling around with half a bucket of water. It’s okay to meet small shrimps and crabs, but it’s okay to meet opponents who are old in battle, so it’s okay to kill your own life, the most important thing is to kill the lives of soldiers of the three armies! How many years has Zhao Kuo been laughed at? It is estimated that he will continue to be laughed at, but he doesn't want his son to do the same.

   On the contrary, people who have never studied the art of war know that they are not good at leading troops, so they will be cautious everywhere, and they will have more chances of surviving than the half-baked ones.

  Instead of learning the half-baked art of war, it is better to learn more martial arts, so that there will be more chances to save your life on the battlefield in the future.

   "Zhuzi! Come here, and practice martial arts with me in the martial arts field!"

  Zhao Yun looked at his son's frustrated expression, he was really angry, and cursed.

  When Zhao Guang heard this, his face turned green.

   Also with green face was Feng Yong who had just been kicked out of the yard.

  Before crossing, I played an online game, joined a guild and was black-equiped by the president, played League of Legends, chose an ADC and was assisted by black soldiers and black heads.

  Feng Yong, who was chased out by the Zhuge old demon, was crying. He hadn't walked out of the prime minister's mansion when he was stopped again, saying that the prime minister's wife wanted to see him.

   Let’s see you, anyway, this time I’m here in the name of delivering ice cream to the prime minister’s wife, so it’s not justified if I don’t see her.

"What did the prime minister say to you? It's worth your expression?" Huang Yueying was feeding ice cream to Xiao Zhangxing. Seeing Feng Yong's expression, she couldn't help reprimanding, "You are also a child of a superior man. Look at your current appearance. What is the system?"

   Whoops! I'm afraid you don't know about your husband cutting off his fortune just now, do you?

   Cutting people's money, such as killing parents, you know?

   When I meet my enemy's wife, should I greet him with a smile?

  Look at Huang Yueying's slightly yellowed hair, that hot figure, that wheat color...Forget it, let's just look at that tender little loli. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhang Xing ignored him at all, only the ice cream in his eyes.

   "Madam taught me a lesson." Feng Yong arched his hands perfunctorily, and asked with some disinterest, "But I don't know that Madam asked the boy to come, what's the important thing?"

   "I can't find you if there is nothing important?" Huang Yueying came to this guy because she wanted to care about him. After all, she is quite familiar with her own Alang, knowing that Alang doesn't like this kid, and she is afraid that this little guy will be broken by Alang. I didn't expect him to look unconvinced after I said a few words, and I didn't bother to care about him now.

  Which of the children she brought up was not obedient? Who ever looked so half-dead in front of her? At that moment, I had no choice but to cut to the chase and said: "I think you also know that Nanzhong is in great turmoil. A few days ago, many refugees escaped from the south. Fortunately, the Han people were all resettled by the imperial court. There are also some Liao people among them. They are dragging their families, and there is no way to arrange them, after all, the imperial court has no laws in this regard." Huang Yueying stopped here and looked at Feng Yong.

  So why are the laws made by you Han people so selfish? What about humanitarianism? The Han people will be settled by the court, and the Liao people can let them die?

  Huang Yueying saw Feng Tubie's look of wandering in the sky, and hated her teeth. It seems that what A Lang said is right, this is a trick!

"It's okay for men alone. If you sell your strength, you won't starve to death. It's just that those women and children are pitiful. Most of the people who have land in Sichuan are unwilling to want it. If they don't want to find a way to settle down, I'm afraid those poor People are going to starve to death."

   Oh, I see, are you selling?

  (end of this chapter)